TTPW....

Let me introduce you to a hero



The one on the right is Tim -- and he's home from the war. I have known Timmy for 16+ years and from the minute I met him, we forged a friendship that has truly stood the test of time. He is a truly solid individual...he was before he went and fought for our country's honor and he will remain to be now that he is safely at home. He received many awards, promotions and overall props while he was over there, and he brought his entire Charlie company home without any injury.

Thank you Lord, for bringing him home. Thank you.

A chilling poem.......

The Sands of Christmas

I had no Christmas spirit when I breathed a weary sigh,
And looked across the table where the bills were piled too high.

The laundry wasn’t finished and the car I had to fix,
My stocks were down another point, the Packers lost by six.

And so with only minutes till my son got home form school
I gave up on the drudgery and grabbed a wooden stool.

The burdens that I carried were about all I could take,
And so I flipped the TV on to catch a little break.

I came upon a desert scene in shades of tan and rust,
No snowflakes hung upon the wind, just clouds of swirling dust.

And where the reindeer should have stood before a laden sleigh,
Their eyes were hard as polished flint, their faces drawn and lean…

They walked the street in armor with their rifles shouldered tight,
Their dearest wish for Christmas, just to have a silent night.

Other soldiers gathered, hunkered down against the wind,
To share a scrap of mail and dreams of going home again.

There wasn’t much at all to put their lonely hearts to ease,
They had no Christmas turkey, just a pack of MRE’s.

They didn’t have a garland of a stocking I could see,
They didn’t need an ornament—they lacked a Christmas tree.

They didn’t have a present even though it was tradition,
The only boxes I could see were labeled “ammunition.”

I felt a little tug and found my son now by my side,
He asked me what it was I feared, and why it was I cried.

I swept him up into my arms and held him oh so near,
And kissed him on the forehead as I whispered in his ear.

“There’s nothing wrong, my little son, for safe we sleep tonight
Our heroes stand on foreign land to give us all the right,

To worry on the things in life that means nothing at all,
Instead of wondering if we will be the next to fall.”

He looked at me as children do and said, “it’s always right,
To thank the ones who help us and perhaps that we should write.”

And so we pushed aside the bills and sat to draft a note,
To thank the many far from home and this is what we wrote:

“God bless you all and keep you safe, and speed your way back home.
Remember that we love you so, and that you’re not alone.

The gift you give you share with all, a present every day,
You give the fit of liberty and that we can’t repay.”

by Michael Marks